shouted inaudible threats and rushed to a blue SUV, parked up on the roadside a few yards further down the highway.
Jorge nervously glanced behind him , beyond the following traffic.
“Those guys are going to come after us,” he stammered.
“Forget about them. Let’s just get out of this town before the cops bring down some kind of quarantine area. We won’t be able to get out if we get snared in a road block.”
“Where we headed?” Trey asked.
Mancini sighed. “We’ll have to take that road trip all the way down to La Paz.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously,” Mancini groaned. “More guys will come on down there , if we need them.”
“How many miles are we talking here?”
Mancini shook his head. “I don’t know. I haven’t figured it out yet but we’re talking about a few days on the road to get down that way.” He unfolded the map and pointed Trey the route out of the city.
The traffic thinned in volume the further they drove from the city center. Jorge kept glancing at the road behind the Thunderbird, checking on their pursuer’s progress.
“They are still following,” he groaned.
Mancini ignored him and continued plotting the route to La Paz. “Stick to Highway 1 and that’ll lead us all the way down. It’s going to be a hell of a drive but we have no choice. We have to try and take that whole batch of green shit from Luiz, before it hits the streets.”
“Ah, man. This really sucks ass,” Trey groaned, slumping his head back against the seat rest.
“What are we going to do about those guys following behind?” Jorge sounded insistent.
Trey glanced into his rear view mirror and Mancini twisted around in his seat. They both saw the battered, blue SUV following behind with a few vehicles between them.
“This baby will easily outrun that piece of shit,” Trey said, patting the dash. “Don’t worry, we’ll put some space between us when we hit the open road.”
“There you go, Jorge,” Mancini muttered , turning back to face the front.
Jorge worried his cohorts weren’t taking yet another threat seriously. His mind was awash with all the possible outcomes of his current predicament. None of them seemed favorable and he decided to take his chances and make a bolt for it at the next available opportunity. Ernesto was dead, Luiz would probably follow the same way soon enough and he himself wouldn’t survive Oreilles’s wrath, even if they did somehow manage to recover the batch of green crystals from the cartel. His usefulness would immediately evaporate once Mancini had located Luiz. Jorge began to plot his escape in his mind. He didn’t care about the merchandise but one of those bags of cash would allow him to get someplace miles away.
Trey snaked around the roads on the city limits surrounding Ensenada. He ignored the speed limits, figuring the cops would be preoccupied with the events back at the apartment block. He glanced in his mirror and saw the SUV falling behind. Several cop cars and ambulances flashed by, heading in the opposite direction with their sirens wailing and lights frantically blinking.
“Looks like you’ve created quite the shit storm, Jorge,” Mancini said, watching the emergency vehicles zip past.
“Oreilles better be paying us some big bucks for this job,” Trey said. “Driving all the way down Mexico deserves a bundle bonus in my book.”
“Tell him that to his face next time you see him,” Mancini snorted.
Trey thought about the bundles of cash in the holdalls inside the trunk. He glanced in the mirror at Jorge. “So, what were you guys doing with all those rolls of dead presidents?”
Jorge looked confused and leaned forward in his seat. “Excuse me?”
“He means the loot, Jorge,” Mancini sighed, stifling a slight grin. He was also curious why Oreilles had entrusted them with such a large amount of ready cash.
Jorge shifted on his seat and looked uncomfortable. “ Luiz had the knowledge of how to produce and
Jorge nervously glanced behind him , beyond the following traffic.
“Those guys are going to come after us,” he stammered.
“Forget about them. Let’s just get out of this town before the cops bring down some kind of quarantine area. We won’t be able to get out if we get snared in a road block.”
“Where we headed?” Trey asked.
Mancini sighed. “We’ll have to take that road trip all the way down to La Paz.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously,” Mancini groaned. “More guys will come on down there , if we need them.”
“How many miles are we talking here?”
Mancini shook his head. “I don’t know. I haven’t figured it out yet but we’re talking about a few days on the road to get down that way.” He unfolded the map and pointed Trey the route out of the city.
The traffic thinned in volume the further they drove from the city center. Jorge kept glancing at the road behind the Thunderbird, checking on their pursuer’s progress.
“They are still following,” he groaned.
Mancini ignored him and continued plotting the route to La Paz. “Stick to Highway 1 and that’ll lead us all the way down. It’s going to be a hell of a drive but we have no choice. We have to try and take that whole batch of green shit from Luiz, before it hits the streets.”
“Ah, man. This really sucks ass,” Trey groaned, slumping his head back against the seat rest.
“What are we going to do about those guys following behind?” Jorge sounded insistent.
Trey glanced into his rear view mirror and Mancini twisted around in his seat. They both saw the battered, blue SUV following behind with a few vehicles between them.
“This baby will easily outrun that piece of shit,” Trey said, patting the dash. “Don’t worry, we’ll put some space between us when we hit the open road.”
“There you go, Jorge,” Mancini muttered , turning back to face the front.
Jorge worried his cohorts weren’t taking yet another threat seriously. His mind was awash with all the possible outcomes of his current predicament. None of them seemed favorable and he decided to take his chances and make a bolt for it at the next available opportunity. Ernesto was dead, Luiz would probably follow the same way soon enough and he himself wouldn’t survive Oreilles’s wrath, even if they did somehow manage to recover the batch of green crystals from the cartel. His usefulness would immediately evaporate once Mancini had located Luiz. Jorge began to plot his escape in his mind. He didn’t care about the merchandise but one of those bags of cash would allow him to get someplace miles away.
Trey snaked around the roads on the city limits surrounding Ensenada. He ignored the speed limits, figuring the cops would be preoccupied with the events back at the apartment block. He glanced in his mirror and saw the SUV falling behind. Several cop cars and ambulances flashed by, heading in the opposite direction with their sirens wailing and lights frantically blinking.
“Looks like you’ve created quite the shit storm, Jorge,” Mancini said, watching the emergency vehicles zip past.
“Oreilles better be paying us some big bucks for this job,” Trey said. “Driving all the way down Mexico deserves a bundle bonus in my book.”
“Tell him that to his face next time you see him,” Mancini snorted.
Trey thought about the bundles of cash in the holdalls inside the trunk. He glanced in the mirror at Jorge. “So, what were you guys doing with all those rolls of dead presidents?”
Jorge looked confused and leaned forward in his seat. “Excuse me?”
“He means the loot, Jorge,” Mancini sighed, stifling a slight grin. He was also curious why Oreilles had entrusted them with such a large amount of ready cash.
Jorge shifted on his seat and looked uncomfortable. “ Luiz had the knowledge of how to produce and